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weofodthignen) wrote2025-06-14 09:10 pm
weofodthignen) wrote2025-06-14 09:10 pm
D.O.P.-T.
Yesterday evening I was washing up while cooking my dinner, with the back door open for the breeze, and kept hearing scrabbling sounds from the back porch room. All I could see through the plastic corrugated roof was black bird bodies and feet. It seems the crows were using it as a slide, or a prizefighting arena, or something.
Today, after dumping some water on the plants outside and before dinner, I did a bit of deadheading and moved on to cut back some of the ivy where it was starting to flow into the driveway. Then suddenly there was a grey and cream patch staring at me with two baleful eyes. Mama Violet bedded down in the ivy. Time to stop clipping.
Today, after dumping some water on the plants outside and before dinner, I did a bit of deadheading and moved on to cut back some of the ivy where it was starting to flow into the driveway. Then suddenly there was a grey and cream patch staring at me with two baleful eyes. Mama Violet bedded down in the ivy. Time to stop clipping.